You laughed with me in the sunlight, but your eyes never joined in. Your words were sugar-coated glass, sweet until they cut my skin. We shared secrets like folded notes, but yours were always half-truths, and I was the only one who bled when the paper tore in two. Now I walk alone, lighter somehow— the silence kinder than your smile. I’ve learned that losing a fake friend hurts less than keeping one.
